The first time i had my hair shaved off was in Secondary School, 2009. It was the year I went through PMB and the pressure of the Public exam was all i could think of and stressing me out (if only my younger self knew the stress he’ll experience during A Levels in 2012/2013, i think he’d shut up about complaining or better yet, choose not to go to 6 Form in the first place)
I thought it would be a great idea to dared myself that after I’ve sit through all my papers and be officially done with PMB, I would shave my hair off.
To be honest i was quite reluctant on shaving it all off but the 14-year-old angsty teen inside of my head said to myself: “FUCK IT! JUST DO IT!”
(this two phases was actually the motto I had going on when i was young, looking back i do wish my motto would be less use of bad words which i regret now, but oh well.)
Keeping up the spirit of the Motto, I did what i dared myself to do and asked the Barber to cut all my hair off.
The moment I felt the razor gliding through my scalp reveling half of my head hairless and the other half intact with normal length hair, the 14-year-old angsty teen inside of my head began to scream “wat da fakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Mai hairrrrr”
(this is how I talk when i was 14, prolonged letters in words to convey emphasis)
By looking the state how I head was, there was no turning back at this point. fuck it! just do it! However I began to make sense of in the mist of it all.
“It’s just Hair. I’ll grow out anyway”
The thought comforted me. From then onwards i didn’t mind that my hair was cut off, i didn’t mind seeiing my hair on the floor because it’s just hair.
It took me hours finding this picture in Facebook but here i am with all it’s fromer days of glory.
It’s either i own the look and look great with it or forever be called “skinhead” among my friends. I choose to own it, there were some teasing at first but the look began to griw on me.
So from then on i choose to shave my head as an annual thing in the beginning of the year and let it grow till the end of the year. (at the same time, i realized doing this is cost effective; spending less money on hair cuts and hair products)
Lame it may seem but i chose to cut my hair in the beginning of the year as a way of shedding the past of the previous year behind me and the new hair cut representing nothing at all shows a new start at the beginning of the year kind of like the cliché saying “New Year, New Me” (ew, gross. i know) kind of thing.
As i became older i began to realized shaving my hair became a new meaning to me. It became the act of shaving my Pride & Vanity and putting on the look of Humility.
which i’ll explain on my next blog post.